Lewis and Clark High School - Tiger Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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THF Lawns AND tloned hrm to rest and leavrng hrm water and food departed to rouse the town All was soon bustle and actrvrty The men moved expedrtrously and effectrvely under the leadershrp of the venerable prrest The settrng sun found all the houses vacant and every one safely ensconsed rn the block house of the town All preparatrons havrng been made the prrest returned to hrs cabrn Across the door way the lndran boy lay one amr thrown above hrs head rn the utter relaxation of rest The prrest started then looked rntently at the arm Long ragged scars traced therr course down rt The prrest s eyes grew mrsty H understood a trapprng party returnrng from the moun tams brought ln lacerated N the boy so no was ever made boy rn cared for hrm and kept hrm untrl the arm had healed an Indran boy arm horrrbly one knew the language of explanatron of the accrdent The prrest had taken the The Indran s eyes opened and he jumped up qurckly The prrest recorled no tender ness no mrst rn hrs eyes only unconquered savagery glrttered there The prrest spoke to hrm and told hrm of hrs recognrtron but re cerved only a grunt m response The In drans mrnd had worked raprdly He had a darrng scheme wherern he would not suffer CLARK JOLJRNAL yet would have payed off hrs debt H moved away from the prrest and wrth a word of farewell started off raprdly The startlei prrest called after hrm but the lndran drd not stop Although he drd not understand the actron of the lndran he made no attempt to stop hrm but enterrng the cabrn gathered hrs few belongrngs to carry to the fort Strrdrng along towards hrs camp the In dran moved srlently The orange glow of the rrsrng moon softened and glrdrng out rnto the heavens cast a srlvery lrght on the dusky frgure on the prarrre Suddenly a twrg cracked the Indran paused He had hoped to make camp and wrth a story hrs cunnrng bram had rnvented tell of a frurtless chase after a deer rn the mountarns He lrstened Yes there were steps comrng from the canyon rn front of hrm He threw hrmself flat or hrs face and glrded away rn the grass Ar a safe drstance he watched Comrng rnto vrew were the foremost war rrors of hrs trrbe the cruelest warrest and most darrng One a lrthe tall specrman ot brute strength knelt rn the grass a moment He spoke rn gutteral tones They all looked on the ground Hrs tracks had been found They have been made recently Yes he must be nearby Frncl hrm ff- -rs vs rr- is vt- as Years after the tale was told how ln Indian boy rrsked and lost hrs lrfe all for gratrtude 22 , ' ' . It had not been many years before, that . ' ' . o . '

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THE LEWIS AND srll aunrta my beloved had dred wrth that horrrble accusatron rn her eyes And that rs why I am here I escaped that nrght It was srmple for the servants were m therr quarters asleep I ran to the church and sent the pnest to her He could do no good I knew but she would have wrshed rt so After that I hrd myself from the authorrtres For many months I hrd rn the musty towns of old Mexrco I mr t have hrdden longer but those eyes those ever reproachful eyes haunted me rn all my hours I slept only to dream of them m my wakrng hours they appread before me as I gazed mto vacant space always always they were before me It was the judgment of God So at last thmkrng that rn allowrng man to mete out hrs Judgment I mrght be spared that of God I came here to confess Why they drd not klll me I know not I only CLARK JOURNAL know that every hour of my lrfe rs torture Yet I fear oh I fear to dre No power on earth can stay thrs pam Forever forever must I look mto those eyes shnnkrng and reproachful Ever must I dread those eyes I love so well uanrtal aunrta' forgrve me' The tale was done My companron lay back coughrng spasmodrcally Suddenly he rarsed hrs hands to Heaven and crred Those eyes those eyes I can see them now The eyes of aunrta' Mercrful God' They are the eyes of aunrta and they have relented aunrta aunrta my beloved Im comtng I m comrng So the end came The face that lay there so cold and strll was now as calm and beau trful as rt had been so long ago The lrnea of suffermg were gone and he was rn death as he once had been m lrfe Roger De Foe the handsome the magnrfrcent the won derful ALL FOR GRATITUDE By Mrldred Porter HE rntcnse heat of the noonday sun had crushed everythrng trees drooped leaves wrthered and the r grass rustled and tossed rn th hot currents of wmd rrsrng from the baked earth An Indran boy hrdden rn the grass watched furtrvely the far drstant camp No srgn of agrtatron or un rest rn rt assured hrm that hrs absence had not been drscovered He crept on through the grass movmg raprdly easrly and wrth out a sound At a drstance when hrs camp seemed only a speck he rose and walked on swrftly He apparently experrenced no rr convenrence from the heat but kept unwearr edly on hrs way A rrse on a hrll brought mto vrew a few scattered log houses of a border settlement The Indran stopped and gazed back over the rollmg country He left behmd hrm race fnends and tradrtrons and before hrm what3 He was an alren mhuman and even cruel and always would be Yet under all was a gratrtude whrch never farls to repay a krndness the typrcal gratrtude of an In dran Hrs face showed no change no sentr ment as he turned and strode across the plam Hrs advent rn the sleepy town was un notrced and drsregarded by anyone The men lolled rn the shade chrldren played m the doorways and shrrllvorced women drs cussed the troubles of the day Straight through the town he walked to a larger cleaner and more habrtable cabrn than the rest He stopped before the door and looked ln A whrte harred kmd faced prrest sat wrrtrng but as the shadow of the Indran fell across the doorway he looked up The prrest showed no srszn of recognrtron but greeted the Indran krndly The Indian spoke wrthout preface m hrs own natrve tongue The Indrans attack you tonrght The prrest paled but mqurred for more partrculars The only answer was a repetr tron of hrs former speech As to what trrbe of Indrans they were and where they were srtuated he would tell nothrng In thrs much the mherent tacrtumrty of the Inclran was uppermost The prrest seerng the travel worn condrtron of hrs strange vrsrtor mo Zl t..J ., .r . . - , ., J .. . 2. : J, . . l t ': I I l l : ' :U .A - l . .. ' . . - .

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THE LEWIS AND CLARK JOURNAL SACAJAWEA ACAJAWEA dusky malden ust a Shoshone Indlan prmcess Stands before us loyal patrent For the ard she gave the whrte man In her early chlldhood freedom Torn from home and friends lovmg Made to marry one she dreaded Bore rt all and murmured nothmg Even m the mndst of home tres Stull she pmed for those dear loved ones Trll she met the paleface wand rers Huntmg unknown fertrle valleys These were roamed by savage red men Steep and rough the trarl they wandered Needing one to show them pathways Her they chose to lead them onward Anxious for a sr t of loved ones Whom she had not seen for ages Wrth her babe of scarce a summer On she toiled but not complarnmg Weak from pmmg and from gnevmg Soon fell all upon the journey Many trmes ln untold danger Soon they came to bands of Indrans I..rvmg on the Great Dwrsron Here she met her long lost sister Who wrth her was sold ln childhood To be slaves of some great natron Here she also found her brother Chief of Rocky Mountam Indians Here they found the far off country Which they all so long had sought for Still she led them to the westward Tore herself from those dear loved ones Left them gazlng sadly after Strll she proved herself more farthful Tummg back upon the Journey Leading them to old St Louis Here she left her babe Baptrste Whrle she Journeyed for Dakota With such sad and lonely feelings Mong Dakotas longed and wanted For retum of her Baptrste Here she sank to rest while waltlng Waltrng for her son Baptrste 'I'l'lIS the story of the prlncess Dusky yet with heart so loyal Whlle the Northwest tells rts story Tells of thrs true Indran maiden Ne er will xt forget her service Which she gave to our great nation Laura Lmdstrum IN OLD SPOKANE Old Spokane the farrest roses blow That eer climbed over balconres and porches In the blue twllrght how they gleam and gow A thousands merry Dryads crimson torches And all the wlnds are reeling with delight And every sound makes musrc ln its going Whrle through the pulsing of the matchleu mght Hear the great rlver heedless onward flowmg In Old Spokane the fairest roses blow Therr fragrance comes to me three thou sand mrles And many a fond and dotmg youth I know smiles Ah could I see agam that lovely land Beyond the mountain dnfted summer snows I wonder lf some pensrve ulret s hand Would drop to me one splendid Westem rose M C Wrer April 9 I9I2 What are you plungmg back ln the water for? You Just swam ashore Shure O1 had to save meself first now Or m gomg to fetch Morke Mr Filer to Senior Who was Tom Moore 3 Senior Bum cigar In Latm Pasco to eat to feed Student Me for Pasco . 23 I . - ' ', '14 J I I I l --ii I I I y Q l o . . F . ' 5 1 '- i l . . ' - ' 'foiled they on to reach the valleys: Matches their splendor with hlis lady'l